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Who: Dean Winchester and Castiel
Where: Castiel's Room
When: Late afternoon, right after the network post from Castiel.
What: Cas has a headache, Dean checks in on him.

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[angel_in_beige]

Castiel rubbed his forehead hard as if he could scrub the pain away with his finger tips. He paced his room, every now and then stopping by the window to peer out. He couldn't understand what was wrong. He had been eating well, he had not fallen or struck himself. He was healthy, as far as he knew, so why did his head feel like it was trying to turn inside out? It was highly inconvenient.

He was still rubbing his head when Dean knocked on the door. "Come in!" Castiel growled. He crossed the room to him, one hand still to his head, the other out before him, reaching for the pills.

"Thank you," he said sharply, the pain making him short.

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Dean blinked at Castiel as the pills where snatched out of his hand. "Jesus Christ Cas, taking my arm off to get them isn't going to make it work any faster." The hunter said as he came in and set down his journal. He ambled about the room, plucking a glass off a counter and heading to the bathroom to fill it.

He presented the cold water to the angel, careful not to get maimed in the process. "Take two of those, give it some time to kick in. If you need more after an hour or two, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it." The hunter glanced around the room and sighed. "Are you dizzy? Sick to your stomach? Is light bothering your eyes or making it worse?" He asked, going through the usual questions reserved for diagnosing head trauma.

[angel_in_beige]

Castiel grabbed at the water, tossed the pills into his mouth and washed them down with too much water, almost gagging. He offered Dean the empty glass.

"I am none of those things," he said after a moment. He didn't really seem any calmer. "But there is too much light in this room." He paced a little. "Owen suggested I place a damn cloth on my head and visualise birds or something non-emotive... I wished to start with the drugs." His agitated pacing slowed. "I... thank you Dean. It seems there is not other treatment required. I can only presume it will pass." He turned back to catch Dean's eye. "Have you made any progress in our effort to discover a means of egress.

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Dean walked around the room as soon as Castiel said something about the light and drew some of the blinds. The hunter looked over his shoulder as the angel expressed his views on medication, a twinge of concern in his face. He hoped the ibuprofen would be just enough to get pass this hurtle.

"Cas, pills don't fix everything." Dean said as he brought the room to a fair darkness. He only left the blinds open a crack at the base of sills to let in a bit of light so they didn't go stumbling around in the dark. "And a cold cloth will help. Why do you think I like putting a cold beer to my head when I get my noggin rattled? The meditation crap...well...I don't know. I like just trying not to think of anything."

Dean went back to his journal, picking it up and looking for a place to sit near a window were he could use the bit of light to read by. "Also? Lying down and closing your eyes helps. Don't have to sleep."